I haven't seen the original 1971 "Get Carter," which starred Michael Caine, but I have to believe it must have been better
than the damp new version starring a surprisingly inarticulate (even for him) Sylvester Stallone. Set in a version of Seattle in which it never stops raining and is always nighttime, the film is about Jack Carter (Stallone), a Las Vegas hired thug who has come home for his brother's funeral. Seems Richie got plastered and ran into a tree, but this seems fishy to Jack, who had never known his brother to be much of a drunk, especially not an irresponsible one. So it's up to Jack to go right to the police and express his doubts about the manner in which Richie died. I'm kidding, of course; I don't think there even ARE any police in this movie. What Jack does is go investigating. "Investigating" to him means asking, "What was Richie into?" a lot, and pestering guests at his widowed sister-in-law Gloria's (Miranda Richardson) post-funeral gathering.
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